After crossing over, the demon king rolled in my arms and acted like a spoiled child

Bai Jiri was shy and immediately rushed to help him up: "Look, you don't have to be like this, isn't it enough for me to promise you?"

Only then did Chu Jiang smile.

He twisted the booklet in his hand somehow, and it turned into a cotton swab-sized stick.

He held Bai Jiri's arm, rolled up his sleeves, concentrated his mind and slowly pressed the small stick into Bai Jiri's skin.

After the small stick was completely pressed into Bai Jiri's arm, there was only a small dot the size of a needle hole on Bai Jiri's forearm.

Bai Jiyue felt it was magical. After traveling to this strange world, she could be said to have opened the door to a new world.

After finishing all this, Chu Jiang heaved a sigh of relief: "That's it. It can't be hidden anywhere else than here."

Shirahiri turned his arms.

Bai Jiyue asked him: "How is it, do you feel anything?"

She was also worried about some side effects.

Bai Yiri shook his head: "No, it's like there's nothing in my arm."

Bai Jiyun was very surprised and asked Chu Jiang: "It's amazing, a book can become so small in an instant, how did you do it?"

The beginner smiled proudly: "This is the advanced craftsmanship of our craftsman clan."

He looked at his clothes, which were all stained with blood and dirt, and smiled ingratiatingly at Bai Jiri: "I'll have to trouble you to give me two sets of clothes."

Bai Jiri immediately went to the closet and got him two sets of clothes. He changed into them, with the top covering his buttocks and his trouser legs rolled up.

He looked at himself like this and laughed, "Little brother, you are so tall that I look like a clown in your clothes."

Just then Yan Niang came in with brown rice dumplings and replied with a smile: "Take it off and I will fix it for you."

Chu Jiang put his hands together in front of Yan Niang and took off his clothes.

Yan Niang smiled and took it to her room to modify it. Chu Jiang looked at her back and smacked his lips: "No matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like a woman from our craftsman clan..."

Yan Niang was very good at sewing and she brought the altered clothes in no time. The size was perfect for Chu Jiang to wear.

He tidied himself up a bit and bowed to the Bai family: "Thank you for your rescue and help. I am grateful for your kindness. I will come to see you when I have the chance in the future!"

Bai Yiri reached out to help him up: "You're welcome, you're a senior, it's our honor to meet you."

"Then I'll take my leave." Chu Jiang said and was about to leave.

Bai Jiri asked again, "Aren't you staying overnight?"

“No!” Chu Jiang waved his hand. “I’m afraid they will follow the trail and find you. Then you will be exposed. It’s better to leave at night.”

As he was about to leave, Bai Jiyue stopped him and packed up all the brown rice dumplings Yan Niang had made and stuffed them into his bag: "Take them and eat them on the way."

Chu Jiang gave her a grateful smile, opened the door and strode out.

The Bai family watched the figure in the night until it disappeared.

Ming Yuan, who was standing next to Bai Jiyue, also had a far-reaching gaze...

When Bai Jiyue woke up early the next morning, he found that all the injuries he had suffered last night had healed, which showed that the medicine given by Chu Jiang was very effective.

She entered her spiritual root space and found that she had been upgraded after fighting with the craftsmen last night.

Human Cultivation: Triple Lower, Strength 7, Speed ​​6, Self-Healing 6, Defense 6, Agility 6

The cultivation level of the craftsman clan: the first lower level, the control of weapons 2, the strength is synchronized with the human race's strength of 7, and an innate skill is also stimulated.

She excitedly went to find Bai Yiri and asked, "What is the ability of talent?"

Bai Yiri tilted his head and thought for a moment before saying, "Do you still remember the whip wound you suffered last night?"

After he reminded her of this, Bai Jiyue remembered that Chu Jiang had said that her injury was a natural injury of the craftsman clan.

"I've seen it in the tribe's atlas before. It said that the craftsmen can give their weapons attributes such as fire, ice, toxicity and so on. Your wounds are red, swollen and blistered, as if you were burned. I think the whip must have been given fire damage." Bai Jiri said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Bai Jiyue was pleasantly surprised: "Does this mean that I can also give attributes to my weapons?"

"Probably so."

"But how to endow it?"

Bai Yiri shook his head: "I don't know about that."

Bai Jiyue took the fatal sword and looked at it intently, chanting softly: "Fire nature! Fire nature!"

Then she stabbed the sword into the wooden table next to her, and the deadly sword did not show any nature at all!

Ming Yuan next to him rolled his eyes.

If chanting spells worked, everyone would chant spells!

He walked over with his calves, grasped the deadly sword with both hands and pulled it out.

Bai Jiyue hurried over to stop him: "Hey, Yuan, you are still young, you can't play with swords!"

Mingyuan held her hand as if wanting her to take the sword.

Perhaps because of his poor aim, Bai Jiyue's hand was suddenly placed on the blade of the deadly sword.

"Hiss~" Bai Jiyue took a breath and looked at his fingers.

I just leaned forward slightly and my finger was cut.

Looking at the deadly sword again, the bright red blood slowly spread along the blade.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to her mind. She didn't care about the scratches on her fingers. She held the deadly sword and focused on it, while thinking about her nature.

The blade of the deadly sword seemed to be roasted by fire, gradually turning red, and then gradually disappearing.

Bai Jiyue stabbed the deadly sword into the wooden table again. This time, the area around the wooden table where the sword blade pierced became charred.

"It's successful, it should have fire attribute!" Bai Jiri shouted excitedly.

Bai Jiyue drew out the deadly sword, happily held Mingyuan's face and kissed him: "My Ayuan is really my sister's lucky star. He helped my sister solve the problem by accident."

Ming Yuan's cheeks flushed slightly, and he held his head high and said: I'm very capable!

Bai Jiyue asked Bai Jiri again: "Brother, please check your spiritual root space. Can it be upgraded?"

Bai Ji Ri concentrated his mind and entered the spiritual root space to take a look. He came out and smiled at Bai Ji Yue, "I have also upgraded. I am now at the lower third level of cultivation. The cultivation of the craftsman clan is at the lower first level, and the archery skill is at level 2."

"That's great. We are all making progress. I wonder how the other skills of the craftsmen have been stimulated." Bai Jiyue said happily.

Bai Jiri smiled and replied: "The beginner said that he would use his weapon control ability. It seems that we have to rely on you. However, we only have a few copper dark stones. I think we should go and dig more dark stones."

"Yes, let's go to the Mountain of Beasts again, fight some monsters, level up, and get some more dark stones. We can also use our craftsman skills more often to stimulate new skills!"

"Wait until I can walk again, and then I'll take my little sister with me." Bai Jiri said.

From then on, Bai Jiri made arrows every day, preparing to use them in the Mountain of Beasts after his leg healed.

Just like this, half a month passed, and Bai Jiri was gradually able to get up and walk.

After all, his self-healing ability has improved. The leg that originally needed three months of recuperation was able to walk in just over a month.

That day, Bai Ji Ri suddenly looked at Bai Ji Yue with surprise and said, "I have learned the craftsmanship skills!"

"What is craftsmanship?" Bai Jiyue didn't understand.